#I love the ghoulettes too I promise

[phantomsboyfriend]

Today’s just a day that is a day. Have some unmasked picks of the band because they’re cute and make me feel less miserable.

[kaijukebox]

I’ve been lamenting over hugs these past couple weeks and remembered that I actually have some on this warm up sheet of the ghoulies I’ve been slowly adding to 🫶 just a few more to catch up!

[iamthecomet]

mounty/rora size difff!!!!! im insane!!!!

like imagine they’re in the kitchen and roras tryna grab somethin high up and mount comes up behind and just. engulfs her. idk if i were her i would lose it.

also dom mountain? maybe? calling her his “little princess” and making her take him all at once?

(maybe some really light cnc like hes “making” her take it no matter what she wants)

idk i love them

I got SO carried away with this. I am NOT SORRY. 2.3k words of MountRora under the cut. Despite the CNC mention in the ask everything in the ficlet is enthusiastically consented to on screen. Though, Mountain does have a few thoughts (before anything actually happens) that could make things seem dubious. So keep that in mind before you read. I absolutely took some inspiration for their normal dynamic from this post by @miasmaghoul because her brain is gigantic.

The new ghoulette makes Mountain feel like he’s losing his mind. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of her since they were introduced. Her miniscule frame tucked under one of Copia’s arms as he gave her and Aeon a tour of the ghoul wing. 

He knows her better now. Enough that when he lays in bed at night with one hand on his cock and her on his mind he doesn’t feel quite as bad as he did that first night. Face down on his pillows, knuckles wedged between his teeth so that when he came in hot spurts he didn’t accidentally whimper the name of the freshly summoned ghoulette in the next room. 

Now, a few months in, the thoughts are no less impure but he knows they’re welcome. Knows she thinks the same things. Finds her at his door in the middle of the night, barely clothed and already soaked for him. Slipping into his lap with ease and grinding against him until she cums–until he does too. Splattering cum over his stomach as she works him through it with her tongue in his mouth. 

It’s not enough. 

Mountain watches her from the couch as she stretches up onto her toes and tries to reach something on the very top shelf of the game cabinet. Spine stretching, fingers waggling as she tries to reach. Almost hopping on her toes in a futile attempt to bump whatever game she’s hoping for close enough to grab. 

Mountain delights in watching her. In looking at the little sliver of skin that shows as her shirt rides up. On the way her ass looks in her leggings. Eyes tracing the dip in her waist, knowing he can touch his fingers around it when he holds her. 

He’ll get up and help her–of course he will. Though, she’ll never ask. Determined to do it herself. But he’s going to let her struggle for another minute and enjoy the view. 

He pushes himself off the couch when she starts to show signs of planning to climb the cabinet. He presses right up against her. Ducks his head to press his chin to the crown of her head, right between brutally sharp opalescent horns. 

“Which one?” he rumbles. Curling one arm around her waist, palm flat against her belly. That warm strip of skin under his calloused palm. She growls, high and playful. And he pulls her tighter, presses her body right up against his until he knows she can feel how hard he’s gotten pressed right against her spine. 

“Monopoly,” she says, pressing back against him. Standing on her toes in an attempt to grind her ass back against him. “Why do you put it so high?” “Big boxes go on the top shelf.” 

“Nothing should go on the top shelf.” She huffs as he pulls it down and presses it into her waiting hands. 

“Who are you playing with?” 

“Aeon and Swiss, do you want to come too?” 

Mountain shakes his head. He digs his fingers into her stomach just a little and then releases her. She turns in his grip, box held between them. “I don’t like monopoly. Too competitive. And Swiss always cheats.” 

She frowns. “He promised he wouldn’t–”

“He’s a liar.” He kisses her between the horns. “Will you come see me after?” 

She looks up at him. Violet blush darkening her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She smiles, slow and easy as she nods. “As soon as we’re done.” 

“That a promise?” Mountain teases. 

She licks her lips, nods again, short and curt this time. “Yes, sir.”

His cock kicks in his pants, drools pre into the dark gray fabric. Aurora grins at him, and then slips away, out of the door. Mountain sags back into the couch. He palms at himself–not enough to really get anywhere. Just a little pressure, a little relief as he thinks about her. About what he wants to do–no–what he’s going to do to her. She wants it too--he knows it.

The grinding is all well and good, but he wants to be inside. Wants to press deep and feel the way her body changes as he fucks into her. To reach places no one else ever has or ever will again. He closes his eyes, tips his head back against the back of the couch and tries not to blow it just over the thought of her. 

⛧ Mountain keeps himself as busy as he can stand. Takes a trip to the greenhouse and tries to think about deadheading flowers instead of pinning Aurora down on his bed and fucking her senseless. 

He works on dinner, and somehow doesn’t burn anything despite doing the entire thing on auto pilot–much to Dew’s disappointment. 

The fire ghoul kicks him out mid-way through with a frustrated grimace. 

“I’m trying to help, Dew,” Mountain says in protest as Dew bullies him from the kitchen. 

“Then help, by being literally anywhere else. I can smell how hard you are. Go jerk off or something.” 

Mountain retreats to his room. There’s a knock on the door three minutes later–not that he was counting. 

Aurora doesn’t wait to be let in, she’s pushing past him as soon as he opens the door. Shucking her shirt off and throwing it to the side before Mountain has even locked them in. And then she’s on him. Coming up on her toes as he bends to meet her. Lips sealing together as her clever fingers slid under his t-shirt and up to roll already pebbled nipples between deft fingers. He growls, hauls her close. Nearly off her feet in his attempt to pull her into his skin with him. Tongue delving deep into her mouth–less about pleasure and more about claiming. 

“Who won?” he asks as he pulls away long enough to pull of his shirt. She wiggles out of her leggings and underwear in one go and Mountain feels the last of his coherent brain cells die when she bends over to pull them off of her ankles. Exposing her soft pink cunt to his hungry gaze. She’s wet already, folds glistening as she shifts from one foot to the other. 

“Swiss,” Aurora says as she finally untangles herself. “He cheated.” 

“Told you.” 

Aurora is right up on him again, his back against the door. Her hand slipping down his pants to curl her fingers around his cock. He shoves at his waistband. Desperate to get them off so he can see. So he can watch the way her fingers don’t meet when she holds him. She stands on her toes and nips at his jaw. Stroking from root to tip as he finally frees himself. Fire licking up his spine as she tightens her grip to milk a pearl of pre from the tip. 

“‘Rora,” Mountain whispers, pressing his forehead to the top of her head, both of them looking down. Watching the way she strokes him. The head flushed and shiny. Her fingers looking so small–so impossibly dainty around him. “Wanna try something.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Let me fuck you.”  Not a question. A demand. A need. No room for argument in it. Aurora pulls her head back so they can really see each other, she tips her head, lip pinned by a razor sharp fang. 

“It’s too big. Won’t fit.” 

Mountain steps closer, she goes back. Doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t stop dragging her thumb over that spot under the head that makes him twitch. He crowds her back until she’s forced to sit on his bed. Forced to crane her neck to look up at him. He reaches down, strokes her hair out of her face, tucks one strand behind her ear. 

“I’ll make it fit.” 

He watches her throat work as she swallows. Watches the way her pupils go just that much wider. She’s moon-eyed and slack jawed as she looks up at him. Thighs clamped together, shifting just ever so slightly in search of friction. 

She nods. Eyes never leaving his. Cheeks dark, breath shallow. When he pushes her back to lay on the bed, she falls like a rag doll. Easy. Chest heaving as he climbs above her. Mouthing at her jaw, and lower. Over sharp collarbones, and rosey nipples. Pressing the flat of his tongue to each bud as he sucks them into his mouth. Assualting them with just enough teeth to make her gasp and arch up into him. 

He leaves a trail of open mouth kisses down her stomach, over her hip bones, down to her cunt. Pressing his lips over her clit. He drags his tongue through her folds. Gathering slick. Letting the taste of her white out every other thought. 

He presses one finger inside of her as he pulls back. Watching as her eyes flutter closed, one hand toying with one of her nipples, the other sunk deep into the mess of her own hair. She whines, hips rolling down to meet his hand as he presses as deep as he can. “Gonna make you take it,” Mountain says, bending down to suck her clit into his mouth as he gives her another finger. 

She nods dumbly, tucking her chin into her chest to watch him. Their eyes meeting over the soft plain of her body. “Yeah. Yeah. Make me take it. Ruin me.” 

His cock kicks and spits against the comforter as he fingers her. Adding a third. Unable to think about anything else except the musk of her on his tongue and the way these velvet walls will feel clamped around his cock. How it will feel when she cums on it. 

Mountain doesn’t have the patience to wait anymore. Not with the way she’s fluttering around his fingers. Not with how her clit pulses against his tongue.

He slips his fingers from her body, and allows himself a moment to admire her as he pulls away. To watch as she clenches around nothing. To see the way she drips onto the bed. 

He shuffles forward, tucks her legs around his hips. He drags the blunt head of his cock over her swollen clit and revels in the way she mewls beneath him. Hands twisting in the sheets, hips twitching closer. “Look at you,” he says. Dragging his cock through her folds, watches the way she opens for him. He lines himself up, just barely touching her. It would take nothing to split her open on it. He should go slow–should take his time.  

“C’mon,” she insists. “Put it in. Stop teasing and–”

Mountain surges forward. He bottoms out in one thrust. His hips flush with hers. She wails. Eyes rolling up in her head, body clamping down hard on him. Her heel digs into his ass, just above his tail. He grabs her as she arches, both big hands on her waist, thumbs almost touching just under her belly button. 

The next thrust makes her tear up. Wetness clinging to delicate lashes as she clamps her eyes closed and keens. Mountain gives up on slow and steady almost immediately. Leaning forward to bend her in half and pound in. Over and over again. Each slick slide a new revelation.  Each noise she makes dragging him closer and closer to the end. He sets his thumb to her clit. She opens her mouth and nothing comes out, just a ragged pleasured breath as she takes every inch he gives her. 

She cums with a cry. Clamping down so hard on him he’s almost forced out. Eyes rolling back, body going taught as her toes curl against his back and she pulses around him. He fucks her through it, keeps his thumb rolling over her clit until she bats his hand away. 

“So fucking tight, Rora. fucking perfect. All mine.” Moutain’s babbling now. White hot pleasure coiling deep in his gut. She’s boneless beneath him. Fucked dumb and breathless. She reaches up to press her hand over his heart, to drag her thumb over a nipple. Each thrust forcing the breath from her, along with little startled noises as he goes just a little harder, a little deeper. 

“Gonna–fuck–can I? Let me cum inside?” 

Aurora nods, lips parted, drool gathering at the corners. “Yeah. Yeah. Do it. Make it sloppy.” 

Mountain gets one more thrust in, shoving in as deep as he can before he starts to shoot, vision whiting as the hot clutch of her drags him under. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank youthankyou.” 

She reaches up, tangling fingers in the sweat damp hair at the base of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. Fangs nipping as his lip as she does. 

A sharp knock at the door pulls Mountain away from her with a start. 

“You’d better be done fucking now,” Dew’s voice carries through the door. “Dinner’s getting cold.” 

“Coming!” Aurora calls. 

“Yeah,” Dew mutters just loud enough for them to hear, sarcasm biting through his words. “I bet you are.” 

Mountain pulls out of Aurora with a hiss. He wants a few more minutes. Time to admire the way his cum drools out of her. Time to bury his face back between her legs and clean her up–to lick his mess out of her until she’s crying and shaking beneath him. 

Instead, he stands up and starts to get dressed. Heart still hammering in his chest, nerves still alight with pleasure. Aurora stretches, arms above her head, body on full display, until something in her spine pops and she sighs, satisfied. 

“After dinner, we go again,” she says, pushing herself out of bed to stand on wobbly legs. 

“Yeah?” Mountain asks, not daring to allow any real hope to filter into his voice, He doesn’t want her to feel obligated. Doesn’t want her to do too much because she wants to make him happy. He’ll be happy just eating her out. Letting her grind. Curling her into his arms and fucking her thighs. She grins, standing on her toes to pull him into a kiss that is more fang than tongue. “I told you to ruin me didn’t I?” 

[dontyoufeelitangel]

Ghosting

The ministry was a sad place, but a truth was a truth no matter how harsh.

You love your job.

You love the people you work with.

There’s a man there who you fancied,

And you were almost positive he felt the same.

From the way he’d dance with you, to the way his lips would softly touch yours.

Copia was gentle in all that he is.

He knows what to say, and how to say it. He can be honest without making it hurt.

Just a couple months ago he had made sweet promises to you, his words laced in what you thought was honesty.

“You mean a lot to me, it’s true” he gently held your hands. The two of you in the garden of the ministry.

You let out a quiet sigh and a warm smile, enjoying the moment.

It wasn’t often the two of you had time alone, Copia was a busy man.

So it shows that you really do mean a lot to him when he directly disobeys his mother for you.

He’d squeeze in time to any of his schedules if it were for you.

It was minutes before you spoke,

“Yeah?” You smiled, raising your hand to cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb along the lines of his makeup.

“Of course” he leaned into your touch.

Moments like that made you enjoy your job at the ministry.

.

There were other factors you enjoyed to, for example, Copias ghouls.

They were enjoyable to be around,

They noticed how Copia took a liking to you so in return they welcomed you to their group with open arms.

You felt safe with them, they were your closest friends.

.

There was only one flaw with the ministry

They didn’t care about simple things like relationships.

The head sister of the church was as sour and bitter as they come.

Not an ounce of sympathy could be found in her words.

Sister imperator.

He lacked respect for life, she took it every chance she would get.

Sister imperator had given direct orders to get her sons killed.

A mother lost her daughters and a son lost his brothers.

Copia was kept around longer than any of the other Emeritus brothers,

Because of this you were afraid of your feeling for him, you loved him, and with this love came a hope that he would never leave.

.

The ghost project was a band that the ministry had made to spread the word of Satan. And as well to financially fund and support the ministry.

Occasionally Copia would take himself and his ghouls on tours in different areas of the globe.

After months of waiting Copia and the ghouls were set to come back today.

You made preparations for dinner for them, setting the table before rushing outside to greet the tour bus.

.

The ghouls waddled out the bus, one by one as you counted them.

Something gloomy about their aura.

Dewdrop spotted you in the yards of the ministry and jogged towards you.

You welcomed him and gave him a hug as the rest of the ghouls caught up.

Now surrounded by ghouls you welcomed them all back,

You were getting antsy waiting for Copia, the ghouls and ghoulettes were too tall for you to attempt to look over their shoulders to the tour bus behind them.

So instead you simply asked.

“And I assume Papa is doing fine?” You questioned, one of your sweet smiles on your face.

The ghouls immediately paused and looked at eachother,

Some whispered in a ghoul language you couldn’t make out, other looked to the ground.

There was a first to speak up.

“The tour was a success of sorts” it was Swiss. You appreciated his answer but it still deflected the question.

“So he’s fine? .” You questioned again, more firm this time as you knitted your brows.

The ghouls were trying to find words, words that wouldn’t hurt as much.

Mountain took your hands in his, the other ghouls just as anxious as you waiting for him to speak up.

“He’s dead” he spoke.

The earth must’ve stopped, you felt dizzy with an unsettling turn in your stomach.

If mountain wasn’t holding your hands your sure you would’ve toppled over by now.

You let out a disbelieving laugh,

“Don’t fuck with me” you tried to make your voice sound serious but it was wobbly and raw.

You honestly wished another ghoul would’ve told you.

You trust mountain to much, you know he’d never lie.

Maybe if Dewdrop had told you, would would’ve gotten a longer feel of disbelief to save you from the bitter truth.

“Under sister imperators orders” rain spoke, he felt shame that you had to find out this way.

“You knew it was gonna end like this, it had to happen, it does every time” a newer ghoulette Aurora said.

Mountains grip on your hands only lasted so long, you crumpled to the ground.

Weak knees hitting the grass below you.

Your mind wanted to not trust them, to say they were lying.

Unfortunately for you, you trusted these ghouls with your life and you knew they wouldn’t lie to you , not about this.

The ghouls winced as you let out a blood curdling scream.

It was a long drawn out scream that only stopped for a second, only a second for you to take an inhale of air before continuing to cry.

No words could be put into your mouth to describe how this felt.

Like the walls were falling down: they were.

The world was ending, it was.

Internal panic set off, what would you do without him?

The part that hurt you the most was: you could scream and cry and scratch and shout and claw but there was absolutely nothing you could do to bring him back.

Your vision blurred and your ears rung. You were alone inside yourself, nothing else mattered.

You didn’t hear the worried voices of the ghouls trying to calm you down and making no effort.

You didn’t notice how your body gave out below you, or how the tears started to burn you cheeks.

Your world was ending,

Because how do you continue without the one you love most?

.

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Edit: I was high writing this. So it doesn’t make sense in a lot a parts, I’m not gonna fix it because it’s sorta kinda funny.

I apologize if there’s no plot and your completely lost, the 🍃 got to me.

[xruiiii-blog]

Some ghouls come in pairs and they are giving heavy sidling vibes…

These are just for fun!!! Some hc my friends and I shared:)) forgive my English too…I tried🤷‍♀️!

Swiss & Rain-They are not blood siblings but they’ve been by each other’s side for as long as they can remember. There’s an age gap, they act completely different, into different things, but there are times where they look like each other’s reflection. The pit was a tough memory for both of them but luckily they had each other.

That being said, They will do stupid pranks to the other one and it’s only funny to themselves. No one beside them will understand what the hell is going on. They won’t even stop giggling during practices this sometimes pisses Copia off…but they are his ghouls so he can’t do anything about it. Usually Swiss’ the one who started them. Rain only pays back if he’s bored/got irritated, most of the time he lets it slide.

Ifrit & Zephyr-They are twins! They can be very handful sometimes…the intention was nice(ended badly bc one of them accidentally messed up or got too carried away, drag the other one with them). They are free spirit. Don’t even try n tell them to behave or what to do cuz they always end up doing their own thing. Follow the instructions was never an option. If you trust them on whatever they’re about to do then that’s a promise, they sure knows how to deliver. Usually Ifrit suggests an idea and comes up with a “plan” but then Zeph is the one who’s actually doing all the work…

Rare occasions they get time-out from Terzo. They will start behaving for a week at most. Ifrit has to spend a day or two convincing Zeph to be on his side again. They are the sweetest boys tho, always trying to cheer their papa up and lighten the mood. If papa didn’t like it, try something new. Terzo secretly enjoyed their company. It feels like home when these two hanging around(even if he had to cover his ears or screams “put that down!”) Terzo gets complaints from sisters about these two running down the hall all the time. Besides a disappointed gaze, Terzo never actually punish them, ever.

Aurora & Phantom-baby bat siblings! Aurora is probably minutes or seconds older than Phantom and she won’t ever let this go. There’re A LOT of pillow fights, back and forth arguments about nothing, constantly screaming each other’s name for no reason in the ghoul dorms right after they’re summoned. Copia had to sit both of them down for a chat but ending up realizing there’s nothing he can do from this point on. They’re fine, it’s a sibling thing. The ghouls are on their own now.

(Quick side explaining: our lore is that ghoulettes and ghouls are not coming from the same place. Ghoulettes are like witches?? Their community are tight, function more like merceners, papa had to go hire from the witches. Ghouls are…ghouls. They are from hell, the pit, they can be owned I guess?? Make a living in the pit it’s all on ur own. Doesn’t matter where u from, working with/for the clergy, next to papa is always a pleasure, an honor. A sacred chance for anyone. Exceptions always exist, Mist is a ghoulette but she’s from the pit. Phantom in this case, was adopted by the witches and lives among them, so this makes him a half-witch I guess…there are some ghoul behaviors he simply doesn’t understand, Aether prepared him after his summoning but there’re still alotttt to process. He’s an exchange student if u will. )

If Phantom ever felt frustrated, Aurora is the first person he goes to, and vises versus. Aurora will call Phantom her baby brother only when tommy is not around. They are still on the young side so everyone is looking out for them. They never been on Earth before so they are super hyped about everything. Blew up the kitchen couple times but they were forgiven after a sincere apology. Will you ever say no or stay mad towards a baby bat who love you with all their heart?? That’s right, I don’t think so.

I haven’t read much of the lores in the fandom if there’s similar ones oops!! We have similar tastes I guess! I don’t own any of these they are all just for fun. Thanks for reading and tolerating my on going struggle with writing! Hearts to all the writers out there, idk how y’all did this, it’s so damn hard💀.

u guys’ stuff actually makes sense, mines don’t lol

FYI my drawing always have them in these dynamic as well! These became canon to me…I just love seeing ghouls messing around…

[forlorn-crows]

Dew returning from Tour and has some soft and loving reunation (is that even a word? Its a word now.) sex with Aether.

I don't know why but I'm almost crying over happines from this thought.

listen, this could be softer, it could. but its dewther. and they're desperately horny for each other. so it goes as softly as it can. but it's all love, i promise.

crow once again demonstrating she doesn't know what the definition of a ficlet is...1.4k lmao

The scent of shampoo, cinnamon, and relief curls around Aether's nostrils as he hugs Dew tight to his chest. The little ghoul melts into him, breathing him in just as deeply. Smushing his cheek into his chest.

"Missed you, firefly," Aether mumbles into his hair, voice a little watery.

"So much," Dew replies. “So fucking much, Aethe.” The admission is only loud enough for the quintessence ghoul to hear. As always. 

They pull away just far enough to look at each other, like really look at one another’s faces. There’s nothing different, of course. Simultaneously familiar and foreign. 

“Hi,” Dew whispers, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Hi,” Aether grins back. They reach for each other again at the same time, the fire ghoul extending his arms towards his neck while Aether scoops him up by the waist, lifting him off the ground. Dew gives him a chaste kiss before burying his face into his neck, clinging. He hides behind his curtain of hair, pressing his lips to the quintessence ghoul’s ear, daring to scrape a fang against it.

"Now get your dick inside of me before I tear off your pants in front of everyone,” he says, low and suggestive.

Aether huffs a laugh into his shoulder. "So, I shouldnt bend you over the stair railing and fuck you right here?"

Dews knees admittedly go a little weak at the suggestion. If it weren’t for Aether still holding him up, he’d surely have stumbled. “No. Don’t want any of them right now. Just want you.”

Aether hums against his skin. A playful growl bubbles up after that, right before he hikes Dew up, throwing him over his shoulder. 

“I’ll be taking this one, ghouls and ghoulettes,” he calls over his shoulder. He doesn’t need to see Dew’s face to know he’s trying his hardest to scowl at the resounding laughter from the rest of them. 

The pouting doesn’t stay long, not when Aether brings him to his room, pushing him against the door as soon as it’s closed and pulling him into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Dew whines through his nose, desperately grabbing at the front of the quintessence ghoul’s shirt. Restraining himself from tearing it off with his claws. He can’t make his fingers work anyway, not with the way Aether threads his big hands through the hair at the nape of his neck, guiding his face however he wants as he licks into his mouth with a groan.

He’s not sure he’s ever been this hard in his infernal life. 

“Need you,” Aether says simply. “Need you so fucking badly, Dewdrop.” The use of his full name sends a shiver down his spine, threatening once again to make his knees drop out from underneath him.

He whimpers, needy. “You too—fucking hell, get your clothes off.” Aether pulls away from him like he’s been burnt, shucking his shirt off with one hand and fumbling his waistband down with the other. Dew follows suit, yanking off his sweatshirt and tshirt at the same time, toeing off his shoes and nearly tripping over himself. Somehow, they hobble towards the bed without injury, clothes flying into the corner without care. 

Aether bullies the fire ghoul onto the bed as soon as they’re both bare, pushing him down onto the sheets and engulfing him with his body. Dew groans with it, canting his hips upwards as their cocks slot together. 

“Oh fuck—oh fuck,” Dew pants, nearly shaking as his hands grope at Aether’s back, his shoulders. 

“Mmpf—can we—wait, can I just—” Aether pulls back, propping himself up on his hands, chest heaving. “Can I just—let me look at you for a second?” It’s pleading, said through a gasp. His eyes are searching his face, roaming every inch of Dew’s body. 

The fire ghoul grips his arms. “Aethe, you just—”

“Please?” Their eyes meet, so much unsaid crossing between them in a fraction of a second.

Dew softens. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah that’s—okay.” He smooths his hands down Aether’s arms, stopping just under his elbows. He looks up at his mate, searching his expression. It’s almost pained—fang poking out as he bites his lip, brow furrowed, nose scrunching, eyes shining—but underneath it is disbelief, reverence. Love. 

“Fuck, Dew,” he sighs, a little bit of laughter bubbling up with it. “I can’t believe you’re here right now.”

The fire ghoul offers a small smile in return. “I’m here.” He rubs his thumbs back and forth across Aether’s skin, soothing. “Come down here?” The bigger ghoul obliges, slotting their bodies together once more. Dew sighs happily, tail thumping against the bed as he buries his face into Aether’s neck. 

The quintessence ghoul places kisses into Dew’s shoulder, really pressing his nose into his skin. He works his way down to his collarbone, teasing a little tongue and fang. Dew drops his head back down to the bed, groaning bodily. 

“Yes,” he breathes. He drops his hand into Aether’s hair, encouraging. He mouths at the hollow of his throat, nips along his sternum. “Fuck, Aether, yes.” The ghoul above him groans low before dragging his mouth over to a ringed nipple, sucking it into his mouth. 

Dew howls, a wrecked feminine sound that goes through the break in his voice. The hand in Aether’s hair tightens to a fist, ripping a groan from him too. But he keeps sucking, swirling the metal around his tongue, working the bud until it hardens in his mouth. 

“Satanas, you’re gonna kill me—please, Aethe—hn.” Dew’s cock kicks between them, no doubt already spurting precum onto his stomach. 

“Could spend all night doing this,” he admits before latching onto the other nipple. Sucking harder on purpose, abusing the sensitive flesh. 

“Please don’t,” Dew begs, twisting his other hand into the sheets. His cock kicks again, traitorously. 

“Won’t,” he mutters. “Can feel how hard you are.”  

“Want you,” the fire ghoul whines, bucking his hips into Aether. “Don’t make me wait.”

“No more waiting,” he agrees, running his hands down Dew’s torso. “Fuck, no more waiting,” he repeats, like he doesn’t believe himself. Dew guides his hand down between them, pulling his face back up with the other. Their lips seal together with a shared groan as Aether wraps his hand around them both, stroking from root to tip. 

“Fuck,” Dew nearly sobs. “Satanas, Aether—”

“Yeah,” he breathes. “So good, Dew, fuck you feel so good.” His knuckles brush against the pool of precum under the fire ghoul’s naval, making him groan. He coats his fingers, smearing it over them both and stroking again. 

Aether only gets in a few more strokes, a few more sloppy kisses before Dew’s pushing at him again with a whine. “Unholy shit, fuck me—please, need you inside me, s’ not enough.” The quintessence ghoul moves to press his fingers against Dew’s fluttering rim. Nearly ghosts them over the muscle before Dew’s gripping at his shoulder, claws digging into his skin.

“Don’t need it.”

“Dew—”

“Aether—”

“It’s gonna hurt if I don’t—”

“Aethe, for fucks sake.” He’s wild-eyed, desperate. Aether stares, fingers still hovering over his hole. Dew swallows. "You aren't gonna hurt me, Aethe.” He huffs out the tiniest laugh. “Please, I swear to Belial if you don’t get your dick inside of me—”

“Okay, okay.” He spreads Dew’s legs, settling more between them. He gives himself a stroke, long and luxurious, sighing. He indulges in a few pulls, smirking when he sees Dew ogling him with an open mouth. “You really want me that bad?”

“I’m gonna punch you.”

“Hm,” Aether hums, lining up the head to his—notably wet—hole. He groans. “Fuck, yeah, you want me bad, don’t you?” He grips Dew’s hip and dips inside before the other ghoul can get a chance to respond. It’s slick but it’s tight. “Oh Dew, that’s—” 

“Uh huh,” Dew gasps, shaking with it. “Fucking all the way, all the—”

Aether thrusts down to the hilt, both gasping. Dew’s eyes flutter shut, mouth dropping open as his little chest heaves with breathy moans. Aether holds onto his hips like they might drift apart if he doesn’t. 

And they sit there, unmoving, heavy exhalations and sounds of pleasure mingling in between each other. Aether sinks down slowly, melting back against his mate’s body, letting the smaller ghoul tuck himself into the space that feels designed just for him. He rests his forehead against Dew's, just reveling in the fact he's there, that they’re together again.

[juliacoller]

Ghoul and Ghoulettes Smut HC's

I absolutely needed to throw all of my ideas out there, and this isn't even all of them

Warnings: breeding kink, biting, nipple play, choking, dacryphilia, puppy!Mountain, size kink, praise kink, body worship, foot fetish, roughhhh sex, feminization, strap on play, and oral (female and male recieving)

Word Count: 2,334 words

Swiss:

He absolutely has a breeding kink

Loves to bite on his partner, leaving marks just from scraping his fangs over their skin

Could spend hours just sucking on his partner's nipples, loving the way they squirm and whimper as he licks and laps at their rosy buds

Speaking of whimpering, he absolutely loves a noisy partner, as he himself cannot shut up during sex. He loves being vocal, moaning, groaning, whimpering, and especially crying

"Gotta cum in you"

"One more for me, baby"

"Gonna let me knot you?"

"Gotta fuck you so good"

"Such a messy boy/girl/baby"

Loves to watch his partner cry from pleasure, so overwhelmed that all they can do is sob and beg

Wants to watch mascara and tears stream down their face, trace the lines, and lick the tears off of them

Get a hand around his throat and he's immediately gone, stare into his eyes and threaten him with a real sweet promise and he will be putty in your hands

He's willing to get on his knees for anyone he finds worthy, nearly kissing the ground they walk on. He will go to embarrassing lengths to worship their partner

Sidenote: We all know that all of the ghouls are in intimate relationships with each other aka... they fuck

To continue on that: Swiss absolutely LOVES sex with Cumulus, something about how plush her thighs are around his face, the squish of her tummy against his as he fucks into her, and the jiggle of her tits as she viscously rides him. He just has something for the way her body envelopes him and reacts to each movement he makes.

Aether:

Aether likes to be reminded that he is bigger than his partner (if true), likes having them under him, watching them drown in his presence

Def hard dom vibes, will do anything for his partner to service them but will not take any brattiness, he won't be asking them to do anything, he will be forcing them to obey

Will fuck the brattiness out of anyone, he once got Dew to stop bitching about how bad his fingers hurt from practice by giving them something else to do

Likes to have his nipples played with, I HC that he got them pierced at some point when they were on the road. He saw just how much Dew loves having the jewelry played with and had to know what it was about.

Please touch his nips.

Wants to put his hands to use, will use them to jack off any of the other ghouls before a ritual, or sink them so deep into his bandmates until they are whimpering and sobbing into his shoulder

He misses touring with the Ghost Project but doesn't shy away from sending videos to his pack mates, reminding them of just how much he misses fucking them

Phantom:

He has a ginormous praise kink, with him being so new and unsure of everything it can be overwhelming, but the moment Swiss opens his mouth to say, "Pretty boy really does have some talent" at their first rehearsal, Phantom can't get it out of his brain until later that night as he whimpers and moans in the shower

He's so bendy??

Likes when his partner forces him into different positions, wants his partner to shove his knees above his head as they hold him and fuck him into the bed

When he first gets involved with the other ghouls, he is almost always the bottom, a bit too shy to be bratty or take control of a space, but once he gets a bit more comfortable he works his way up to topping Sodo, but having to rely on (to Sodo's excitement) his quintessence a bit much

He tends to be a bit quiet in his day-to-day life but is very expressive in his body language, his eyebrows are always responding and his posture is a giveaway of his emotions

His quietness does translate to his loudness during sex, he's normally quiet and tries to swallow his noises as much as he can, but when his partner gets him too worked up he can let out little whimpers and groans that are soooooo meek, but it definitely gives his partner a sense of achievement

He likes his hair being played with, tugging, braiding, brushing, just about anything will make his heart tug simply because his partner wants to play with his hair

Sodo:

He's a brat...

What more do you want me to say?

He wants to get pissed off and have someone put him in his place, force his face into the bed as they pound him from behind, tell him that he's dramatic and ridiculous, degrade him and remind him of just how rude he can be, but he is never, ever, left to feel alone or unwanted.

Sodo has some separation issues, fearful that his pack will leave him to be alone, that they will ostracize him, that one day they will get sick of his antics.

Due to these fears, he needs reassurance. He loves his rough sex, loves when his fellow ghouls degrade him, but he needs the aftercare after.

Like Sodo wants to lay in bed or in the bath and cuddle until he falls asleep, he doesn't ask for much but he just wants to be held and reassured.

He's kinda like a kitten after sex, he just makes little mewling and purring sounds and squishes his face up against his partner

Enough kitty dew, Sodo will do just about anything and everything with his partner

Want him to choke you? He's there in a second

Want him to cry when you fuck him? Don't even have to ask

All to say, Sodo is pretty much all game for anything his partner wants. But, I think that comes from the people pleaser in him.

Rain:

He's babygirl.

He wants to be rammed into the bed while being called pretty

Put him in some frilly lingerie and embarrass him and he'll be blushing like crazy

When he blushes, it's not only his cheeks. His chest erupts in blooms of red and pink, his ears get red like cherries, and his neck becomes a beautiful light pink.

He wants to get all hot and embarrassed in front of his partner, he wants tears to flow from his cheeks, and he especially wants them to lick said tears off of his cheeks when their done

Loves to have sex in water, sign him up for shower sex any time

He wants to be in touch with his element while his partner sucks his soul out of him, or while he shoves them against the wall and desperately fucks them

He likes to have sex in the lake that is near the Abbey, on the bank or while in the water, wants to just be in his element and in his partner

Isn't afraid of domming sometimes, he will put someone in their place and fuck them until they're crying desperate

He is very clumsy

He tends to get a lot of bruises, he wants to look at them and see how the blue, purple, and yellow stain his skin

He especially likes when his partner pushes their thumb into the bruises, a cry erupting from deep in his chest

Wants the pain to intervene with his pleasure, sting through just as he feels good

He falls a lot, he has a hard time with his exceptionally long limbs, this translates into his sex quite often

He's bendy, tied up like a human pretzel, and he wants to be treated as such. He likes pulling his knees up and holding the backs of his knees, he especially likes when Aether pushes him back, up, and over so that his knees are over his head and pushing into the bed.

Please... he's the definition of Babygirl

Mountain:

He's just so biggggg

He looms over his partner, and it comforts him to know that

His hands especially are big, can wrap them around his partner's neck and they easily cover the entire front

He likes to shove his hands in his partner's mouth, make them gag and swallow around his fingers and see the way tears prick in the corner of their eyes just from the mere size of his hands

His large size also translates to his cock, and boy does he love to watch the way his partner's body swallows him and eagerly takes him

He has a foot fetish, sorry

He loves to give foot rubs, using the excuse that he just wants to "relieve some stress" for his partner, but they both know how much it affects him

Their foot in his lap and hands, his cock is twitching in his pants, saliva is pooling in his mouth

It's not long before he's drooling over them and kissing up their legs, begging to be inside of them

He likes to be called things like, "pretty boy", "beautiful", and "little thing"

Make him feel pretty, he's so big and he's always equated with being so masculine, he wants to be someone's little toy

As much as he loves being the dominant one, he wants to be humiliated, wants to submit to someone

He wants to sob and scream for his partner, bow to their feet and worship the ground they walk on

He wants them to tell him just how bad he's been, shove his face into the ground and watch his tears dampen the carpet

I also am a firm puppy!Mountain believer.

Cumulus:

She's so soft, and everyone knows it and wants to benefit from it\

She loves when she gets to dom her partner

Likes watching tears flow down their face, especially likes when they wear mascara or eyeliner, the streams of black only encouraging her more

Likes when she gets to shove her partner's head between her thighs, not only does she enjoy the blinding pleasure they give her, but she likes that she gets to see their eyes roll back, hair get all jostled from her fingers, and tongue lapping so deliciously at her folds

She wants to see bruises on her thighs from her partner gripping her too tight

Please squish your face in her tummy and thighs, she's so soft and comfy, it's a real turn on for her if you squeeze and love these places on her

She def has a strap and uses it frequently

The boys in the pack beg for her to use it on them, hearing stories from Dew about just how rough she was on him, he couldn't walk for quite some time after

Cirrus and Sunny are very familiar with her strap and beg for it quite often

She is waiting to fucking Rora with her strap, too nervous to break her down too quick

Cirrus:

She's mommy. She expects to be called such.

She likes standing above her partner, making them feel small under her stare, shrinking into their own embarrassment

She wants to ride her partner and pretend that it isn't affecting her at all, stare in their eyes and see the tears as they form

Her fingers are dexterous, nimble, and lithe

She wants to shove her fingers in every place possible

Shoving her fingers into her partner's mouth, forcing them to swallow and gag around them, she wants them to swirl their tongue around her digits and sob as she deprives them of all sensations besides her fingers in their mouth

Shoving their fingers in their hole, watching them sob and writhe around her, their hole squeezing on her fingers

Although she wants to stretch her partner out, she doesn't plan on utilizing their hole, she wants them to impale her

She'll leave them leaking and stretched, only for her to sink onto their cock/strap

She is desperate to leave marks on her partner, scratching and sucking all over their skin. Going as far as drawing blood after digging her nails in too far

Cirrus wants to look at the marks afterwards, run her hands over the cuts and bruises with care, pressing kisses to all of the parts of their skin that are still sensitive

Aurora:

She's such a princess

Which also means she's a pillow princess, she loves when her partner takes care of her, she feels like it's proof of their dedication for her

She wants her partner to tell her how pretty she is as she lays there and takes whatever they give her, little tears pricking her eyes as she gets so incredibly overwhelmed with pleasure

She wants to be overstimulated and overwhelmed, she will take whatever her partner gives her, even if that means her body is writhing and begging for them to stop

She likes when her partner gives her hickeys all over her body, she likes when she can look at the purple blooms all across her beautiful skin

She especially likes when her partner rubs their hands all over her when she's sore after sex, pressing their fingers into the bruises forcing a small moan to leave her lips

She wants to be called such lovely names, make her feel pretty

"Princess" and "Pretty Girl"

She will also become a bit bratty if she is called anything different, when her partner calls her "messy girl" when she's got a bit of their cum dripping out of her mouth she immediately pouts and becomes a bit more resilient

She's just so soft and pretty

The pack is so gentle with her, but she snapped at Mountain one day and begged him to absolutely wreck her, that she's "not made of glass, now please fuck me"

She ended up sobbing as he folded her in half and fucked her within an inch of her life

After that, the pack was a little less gentle with her and realized that she can take more than they originally thought

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

Ghoulette Appreciation Week 3

Week 3: First Ritual & Lazy Sunday

Crashing in last minute and more unedited than ever with this (I mean it's week 4 where I am, but it's still the 20th somewhere lol) after a hectic week!

Aurora's first Ritual, and the last lazy Sunday at the Abbey before it. “Break a leg!” Cumulus whispered in Aurora’s ear, as the pair walked on-stage. Aurora caught Cirrus giving her an exaggerated thumbs-up from the opposite side of the stage. She took a deep, breath from her podium. She loved music, she loved singing, the congregation were going to love her.

Yes I googled the first day of reimperatour to make this accurate, what about it?

Rating: General Content: literally just pack-bonding fluff Words: 1004

Read below now! AO3 link to follow tomorrow, I'm not fighting with their upload page at 2am!

“Break a leg!” Cumulus whispered in Aurora’s ear, as the pair walked on-stage. Aurora caught Cirrus giving her an exaggerated thumbs-up from the opposite side of the stage. She took a deep breath as she stepped up to her podium, and grinned widely behind her mask. I deserve to be here. Let’s do this!

The sun rose and gradually peered into the windows of the Abbey, illuminating everything it touched with a golden glow. Few were actually awake to see this, the ghouls all curled up in their nests and enjoying their last few hours of peace. A week from now, they would be preparing for their first ritual of the new tour and sleep would be a luxury, a lie-in a miracle.

Aurora was an exception. Not normally an early-riser, by anyone’s definition, she’d awoken long before the other ghoulettes curled around her. She was nervous: worried about being away from the place she now called home, anxious about giving a good performance, scared of the congregation’s reaction to her. She knew how loved Sunshine was, and was desperate to live up to her reputation.  The ghoulettes, Sunshine included, had all told her how she needn’t worry, she was going to be perfect, but all the same she was nervous. She knew Phantom felt the same way too, stepping into Aether’s shoes.

And so, she lay awake. Trying to follow the steady breathing of the ghoulettes around her, despite her pounding heart, and Cumulus’ hair that was tickling her nose and threatening to make her sneeze.

Eventually, the others began to stir. No one had any plans for the day, it was to be their last officially sanctioned day off in many months. As the tangle of limbs moved around Aurora, she extricated herself from the pile, and made her escape. She trudged down the hall to the kitchen, deciding to bring coffee back to her packmates.

Entering the kitchen, she discovered she was not the only ghoul awake. Perched on the island counter was Phantom, a small frown creasing between their eyebrows. Swiss stood nearby, already coaxing the ancient coffee machine into life.

“Morning Ror.” Phantom smiled at her, but it didn’t reach their eyes.

“Hey Ant.” Aurora hopped up next to them, shuffling close enough to bump shoulders. “You got the jitters too?”

Phantom sighed slightly, before leaning into her side.

“A bit. Big shoes to fill, y’know?”

“Yeah!” Swiss chirped as he turned around with Phantom’s coffee “Aeth’s giant clown feet!”

Both the smaller ghouls giggled slightly, and Swiss beamed at the admittedly mediocre response.

“What’s your plan for today then, Rory? Last lazy day we’ll get in a while.” asked Swiss.

“I hadn’t really thought of anything, besides bringing the girls coffee in bed.” Aurora hummed thoughtfully.

“I promised Ant a picnic by the lake, you could join us? ‘M gonna bring the guitar, thought we could make some music without the pressure of rituals and rehearsals before that becomes our lives. With the touring I need to remind myself it’s fun sometimes, y’know?”

“That sounds really nice actually, I’d love to!” Aurora loved spending time by the lake, her water element calling to it. Phantom trilled happily next to her.

“I’ll let the others know where I’ll be, it’ll be good for Sunny to have Lus and Riri to herself for the day.” Aurora knew how much Sunshine would appreciate that, she was definitely more anxious about her closest packmates going away for so long than she was letting on.

A short while later, the three ghouls sat soaking in the springtime sun, keeping the worse of the damp from the grass at bay with a blanket. The gentle sounds of water lapping at the edge of the lake accompanied the soft music from the guitar Phantom was now playing. Aurora and Swiss hummed along, singing songs from their family groups in the pit, songs they’d heard on the radio topside, just harmonising together.

The sun moved overhead, gently warming them until their shadows grew long, and it could no longer compete with the late-afternoon chill. Rory headed back inside to find the rest of the ghoulettes. She found them where she left them, curled up in the nest and apparently asleep. It had been tidied, so they had clearly moved at some point.

Aurora moved to join them, kicking off her shoes and clambering into the pile of limbs.

“Hello little songbird, have a good day?” murmured Cirrus, twining her tail around Aurora’s calf.

“Yes, really nice.” Aurora sunk deeper into the purrs of her packmates, joining in with a high rumbling noise of her own. “Was good to relax a bit before we leave.”

“How are you feeling about tour?”

“Alright, I think. It’ll be great to see the world, meet our congregation…”

“…but?”

“I’m a little anxious about living up to Sunny, I guess.”

Cirrus puller her closely to her chest “I don’t think you have to worry, sweetie, you’re going to be fantastic I just know it!”

A week later, Aurora remembered her words as she took a deep, calming breath from her podium. She loved music, she loved singing, the congregation were going to love her.

The lights went up, the music blared, and Aurora sang and danced like everyone’s eyes were on her. Twirling her cape, stomping her feet, she felt every beat of the music resonate with her heartbeat, and fed off the infectious energy of the crowd.

All too soon the ritual was over. Moving to the front of the stage, she almost list her footing as Cirrus and Cumulus crushed her in a hug.

“You did so well!” Cumulus squealed, also riding high off a good performance. Across the stage, Aurora could see a similar interaction happening between Swiss and Phantom, both of the new ghouls vibrating with excitement and adrenaline.

She moved forward with Cirrus and Cumulus to interact with the audience, all of them waving at her and cheering. Maybe she didn’t need to worry after all.

[ghulehhdelightss]

I'm sentimental, so take this because I know there's at least one person who needs to hear it

You deserve to be happy and if Ghost is your family, that's nothing to be ashamed of.

Crying over the fact Popia might be killed off and then feeling guilty because it's a stage character? Me too, it's perfectly normal to get attached to them

Still sad about Primo, Secondo, or Terzo? That's also valid.

Didn't get to go to that ritual and ended up upset? I'm so sorry you weren't able to see them, I promise you one day they'll come to you and nothing will hold you back from going when they do

Ghost is family. And so are the ghesties. And even Tobias knows how much it means to everyone and I promise he loves all of you. Whether you just found the band or if you've been to every meet n greet possible.

All the Ghouls and Ghoulettes love you too and they wanna see you succeed in all your endeavors and push through the times it seems everything is against you

Does this make any sense? Is it coherent? Probably not. But hopefully it makes someone feel a little bit better when it's a bit of a turbulent time

[inkrabbit]

A Ghoul's Valentine

as promised, here's the Era 5 ghouls + Aether

Aether:

He doesn't need a holiday to show you that he loves you

But he does it anyway because he does love you and he knows this is the day that highlights that love

Luckily, the abbey doesn't too much for V-Day. The Papas recognize that it's good for everyone to spend the day with their loved one or spend it with a close friend and also realized that they could have the day off with their favorite Sibling. And Aether takes advantage of the day off

The day will mainly consist of you two just being together and Aether is more than willing to do whatever you want to

He's also planned a nice hot bath for you both to soak and relax in, and yes, it's going to be all pretty and decorated

Mountain:

He's been growing these flowers for a while, getting them prepared to pick and give to you

He's actually been keeping the flowers in Rain's room because he didn't want you to see them in his own room. He wanted them to be a surprise

There's also several fruits he's grown that symbolizes romance, such as: apples, cherries, pomegranates, and strawberries. And yes, he gets melted sweets just in case you want something to dip them in

All of the ghouls purr when they're spending time with their partner, but Mountain's purr is much more deep and intense. You'll actually feel it shake your whole body

Expect a lot of cuddling from him. All he wants is to sit down, hold you in his arms and just enjoy the day off with you

Phantom:

He's got spirit. Being a newer summon means he's not entirely sure about humans and their holidays, so he goes to the ghoulettes (Cumulus) and asks what gifts he should get you for the holiday

So here he is, standing in front of your bedroom door with flowers, some of your favorite sweets and a large smile on his face while his tail is wagging

He might stumble over his words a bit, and he might be a little bit over the top because he's trying to make today special for you both

He'll take you out to your favorite places and get you anything you want. All he's thinking about is making you feel happy and loved

And when it comes to turn in for the night, he's gonna be right there by your side, cuddling you close while you two sleep

Rain:

Rain knows more about V-Day than Phantom but that doesn't stop him from being a little shy and nervous about everything

He knows you. He knows what you like and what you need, but he also wants you to know that he's not doing any of this just because it's a holiday and he feels forced. In fact, he would love to do this every day

The day is mainly spent together and enjoying each other's company. He has no problem taking you anywhere if you want to leave the abbey. He'll actually be happy to get away from everyone else

One of the things he will do is take you to the aquarium in the city. He likes spending these times with you and yes, he's going to go into nerd mode and tell you all about the fishes in there

When it's nighttime, Rain will actually play his bass a bit for you. Just something to help you both unwind after the day

Sodo:

It's... a holiday to him. He doesn't really care for it

But for you? He'll try. He'll ask Mountain to conjure up some of your favorite flowers and he'll go out and get some chocolates. No, they're not only for you. He wants some, too

Don't expect the cliche "romantic" type for today. He's still Sodo. But he will become more affectionate with you and hold your hand everywhere

He'll act annoyed but if you ask him to do more traditional, romantic things on V-Day like going out to dinner or getting you flowers, he'll do it. He's just gonna bitch about it a little

He'll surprise you later that night by letting down all of his walls and softly telling you how much you do mean to him. It's just that he doesn't want you to think that he's treating you any differently today because it's a holiday. His love is genuine and he's determined to remind you of that

Swiss:

I hope you're ready for over-the-top and cheesy. He's getting you the biggest bouquet he could hold and insisting that he spoils you today

Absolutely showers you in kisses and hugs. He knows he's being over the top but he can't help himself. He loves seeing you smile and hearing your laugh

He's already got a reservation at a nice restaurant with a table tucked in the corner so you two can focus on each other. He loves nothing more than the be able to sit down with you, share a meal and just talk. It's always the highlight of his day

And he'll make sure to tell you just that, especially after he's had a little too much of the wine. He feels more free with his emotions, meaning he's going to make it your problem and gush about how much he loves being with you

The romantics aren't over after that, though. I hope you're ready for him to play the guitar for you while he softly sings. He wanted to go all out today and he's determined to do so

[profanepurity]

Praeteritum Asks! Desperately want to know more about Elizabeth , her hobbies and if she was born in the church, how she met Primo, how they started dating, etc. I just love them, OTP right there.

I'm sorry this took a while, but I can't even begin to express how excited this ask made me! I went a bit overboard so bare with me there is A LOT under the cut. There's some super messy sketches to go along with it all too lol 👻

Thank you so much for the ask, I hope you enjoy 🖤

Elizabeth and Primo have known each other for a very long time. She was born in the church with her family having a significant amount of influence among the higher clergymen. Her father had been a cardinal for a time even back when Nihil was Papa. Primo's eyes locked onto Eliza ever since he first saw her during the first ritual he led as a bishop, and he could never look away again. Primo married her when he became a cardinal, but it wasn't until he was close to becoming Papa himself did he and Eliza start to have dreams. Lilith would regularly come to Eliza, claiming her a her as one of her spiritual daughters that was destined to take the position of Prime Mover, which hadn't been present in the church since Nihil was a boy. Primo and Eliza will regularly perform the divine ritual of conceiving the antichrist, yet despite being married for many, many decades, he is still stunned every time he sees her walk to him. Since Primo is often used as some what of an oracle for the Pseudomonarchia, this little human behavior can be a bit annoying, which of course they voice to their poor chosen vessel in his head... all at once. Thankfully Lilith is dominantly present during every conception ritual.

Their relationship is one you can really only achieve after knowing someone for a very long time. Despite leading very involved lives in the church, even after Primo steps down as Papa, they naturally gravitate back towards each other at some point during the day.

Primo can get fairly cynical and dark at times, bordering on resentful, and that's not only because he's had to do some shit to please Satanas- thanks Imperator. Eliza never fails to reel her husband back in and calm him, just as Primo can put a smile on Eliza's face without necessarily even trying. This isn't to say Eliza doesn't have a darkness to her as well, she's just a bit more subtle about it. An enraged Papa Emeritus I is not a dark entity that the church or any unwanted individuals that have wandered onto the unblessed grounds wants to witness again- they have had the fortune of not yet witnessing it from Prime Mover Elizabeth. However, Eliza and Primo at their cores are good and love their family and the siblings of sin very much. And with that, let's get into Eliza's duties and her relationships! ^^

Of course, other than helping her Papa in their garden, the Prime Mover is very involved with the children in the church. She is a wise and patient maternal figure that has an extensive amount of knowledge on herbal medicines, the dark arts, and other teachings that she gently exposes the children to. Never would she force these practices upon them, but rather guide them and allow their paths that Lucifer has already paved for them to direct them towards a certain interest or specialty. While Eliza does have the help of her ghoulettes Cirrus and Cumulus, which Primo summoned to help his wife during her first year as Prime Mover, her new assistant, Sister Natalia, helps her with the younger children very often. Natalia is young and has only recently taken her final vows to be an official sister of sin, as she'd previously been connected to a Catholic order... but she is never the less an eager, fast learner that Eliza sees a great deal of promise in. Her close relationship with a certain Cardinal and his ghouls gave the Prime Mover the idea of introducing the children early on to the ghouls, so as to reduce intimidation and see them as helpers and protectors rather than beings to fear. Sodo and Mountain were used during this little trial meeting, and it went better than you would expect. (Mountain put a flower on his head to try and make his nearly 8 feet tall ghoul ass look less scary).

Perhaps her favorite duty, which she sees as more of a privilege, is being a mentor to her niece, Bellamy. Despite the situation being a bit complicated and accidental, Sister Diana and Papa Secondo's daughter is adored within the church. Little Bellamy is very curious and bright, with a bit of her father's sharp tongue and her mother's serenity in the face of the hellish things that surround her. (I'll do one of these for Diana and Bellamy if you guys want!)

As I mentioned, Eliza met Primo when he was a Bishop, so by extension she has known his brothers since they were quite young. Her interactions range from teasing to mothering, but never in an overbearing way. One of the reasons Primo fell so hard for her was because of her care towards his younger brothers and little Cardi, who Terzo would often be dragging along with him to get into trouble when they were children. The Prime Mover is also very close to Sister Diana, as she will often gentle pester Papa Secondo to marry Diana already, but she's been unsuccessful so far.

The cardinals worry her, but for different reasons. Terzo seems to run straight forward into the fires of Hell with reckless abandon, while Copia drowns himself in his work far too much for her taste. Satanas help her when Papa decides to lead a ritual with BOTH of his cardinals involved.

Her least favorite relationships are with Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil. They don't always see eye to eye, but Imperator and her work well enough together to make important decisions within the ministry. They get along, as long as Imperator doesn't start making vague threats towards her boys.

Papa Nihil on the the other hand, she respects, but she finds herself praying more often than not for patience while holding the sacrificial bowl containing his offering. It doesn't matter what the ritual or sacrifice demands of this man, Nihil takes this as an chance to vent to Eliza, literally and metaphorically bleeding himself out. Thankfully Nihil has a level of appreciation for Eliza. Her father had been one of his cardinals after all. Unfortunately he doesn't have the same appreciation for his own sons, but does seem to be somewhat interested in Bellamy's upbringing.

Also, I know there's a lot going on in that last sketch, so to summarize: Nihil thinks Secondo is getting too distracted with Sister Diana and Bellamy, but can't complain too much since he continued the blood line. He thinks Primo had more to give and doesn't under stand his decision to step down, and REALLY doesn't understand why Eliza and him haven't had a child of their own yet. Terzo is the golden child but his rebellion is starting to get on Nihil's nerves. He's too stubborn to admit that Terzo and Copia posing as priests in a Catholic Church during a mass that was live broadcasted that one time was a pretty damn funny-(That rumor that Nihil mentioned about Terzo and an ex- Catholic nun is pretty shocking, I wonder if it's true...) And of course, Copia just existing irritates him.

For various reasons, Eliza has yet to become a mother, and while she is satisfied with her life as it is, that is one of the few things that actually distress her greatly. She feels as though she is not fulfilling her duty, and more so, she deeply desires a child of her own. She may not show it outwardly, but the rest of the family can tell the topic upsets her sometimes. So when Imperator or Nihil bring it up, arguments are bound to start in her defense.

Let me know what you guys want to learn more about next 🖤

[serene-sun]

𖡅 𓆜 ⡪჻𝕴 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊⡪჻𓆝 𖡅

Pairing: papa & kid reader (platonic)

Genre: fluff!

(Not proof read)

“Ok so you want this one or this one?” Papa asks, looking to you, then back at the two plushies he holds in his gloved hands.

“Mmm…” you think, it’s hard to choose.

“Oh jeez, I’m sorry dear but we must leave. I promise you I’ll get you one next time, ok?” He sighs, looking at the clock on the store wall.

“But-…” you pout, reaching for the turtle and frog stuffed animals that were now back in the shelf after papa picked you up.

“I promise I’ll get you something better, I promise.” Papa restates, a little upset that he couldn’t get you one, “but papa has a very important meeting back home.” He adds, lifting you to his shoulders.

“You promise we come back?” You ask, your voice a little tired and sleepy.

“Of course! Maybe we can bring a few ghouls too, you know how much rain and mountain love the aquarium.” Papa smiles with a chuckle, “and remember, the ghoulettes are taking you out to that play Friday, remember?”

You smile, wrapping your arms around Papas neck in a hug. His heart practically melts at the feeling of your little arms.

𓆜 𓆝

There’s a knock at the door, you turn your heard quickly as you see your papa enter the room. Running towards him, you notice how his hands are kept behind his back.

You try to look out of curiosity, but the man moves with swiftness that makes his papal robes cover it from your sight.

“Guess what papa got?” He teases, coming to sit with you at the small children’s table that had crayon marks all over.

Your jumping off the walls, you love surprises!

Papa quickly brings the present to the front of him, trying not to spoil the surprise.

You gasp, “papa!”

You quickly snatch the two familiar stuffed animals out of papas now ungloved palms.

“But…you went back?” You smile, hugging the fluffy toys close to you.

“Well of course, I made a promise after all mio dolce bambino!” Papa reassures, patting your head.

“I love them!” You squeal, taking in the looks of the frog and turtle stuffed animal.

“What shall we name them dolce?”

“Uhh….fettuccine and…..rigatoni?” You decide, looking into the beaded sparkly eyes.

“Did you name them after the rats?” Papa asks, trying to hide his grin (he was dying from your cuteness)

“Mmmm…..no…” you lie..

“It’s alright, I think it’s a great name!” He chuckles, bringing you into a tight hug.

“Oh I know, how bout we watch a movie? I saw where the one you like is on that new website the ghouls got….what was it? Text-flix?” Papa proposed.

𓆜 𓆝

Hours and hours later, the movie was long since forgotten. The resolution was almost done, with all the characters dancing together with their over dramatic hair at the sparkly ball.

Papa had woken himself up by his own snoring, he felt his dry mouth and looked at his surroundings trying to figure out where he was.

His eyes lay upon your sleeping form into the crook of his chest, both stuffed animals equally tucked in with you.

Now that he remembers, he beilives that you had said something like, “I can’t leave one, because they have to have the same amount of love.” Or something along those lines before dozing off.

All reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated!

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 1: Beach Day

It’s the first real hot day of the year. Everybody in the band pack agrees to finish their chores without hassle and head down to the lake near the abbey. The sun blazes down from high in the sky, and the junebugs hum and whine. 

Rain is the first one to strip down to a pair of tiny, form-fitting shorts and take a running dive off of the end of the pier. The water, despite the hot sun, is still nearly icy. It doesn’t bother him at all. He’s in his element, he’s home. 

The ghoulettes throw a pile of towels down on the pebble beach and wade in, giggling as Swiss tosses an innertube onto the water and tries to follow, immediately hissing at the cold temperature. He gets over himself and splashes in after them. 

Aether settles down on the beach, book under one arm, another pile of towels under the other. He’s content to dip his toes in as Mountain sits down next to him, laying back onto the grass. 

Dew is the last of them out. He trods out to the end of the pier and sits cross-legged, watching longingly out as the girls laugh and try to tip Swiss out of his tube out in the middle of the lake. He tries to hang on and shrieks as he fails, landing with a splash between Cirrus and Sunny. Cumulus laughs, pushing her wet hair out of her eyes.

Rain spends a good ten minutes just sitting at the bottom of the lake, his hair and the reeds around him swaying gently. He doesn’t need to worry about being able to breathe, his gills flaring to life the moment he submerged. But he comes to the surface anyway, ready to join his pack and play. 

But when he surfaces, gasping in a breath he doesn’t really need, he sees Dew. Everyone else has grouped off. But his Dewey’s all on his own. He doesn’t even look up when Rain chirps in his direction. He cocks his head, diving back underwater and swimming back to shore. 

He pops up in front of Dew, who startles hard. “The water’s really nice, Dew.”

From the shore, Aether shakes his head, and Rain hears his voice filter into his mind. He hasn’t been in the water in years, Rainy. Not since before you were summoned. 

He waves a hand through the water in front of him, back and forth. “You don’t have to come in, but it’s nice.”

Dew reaches down to brush a strand of wet hair out of Rain’s face. His hand is sunbaked and warm against Rain’s clammy skin. “Maybe, it’s been a while. Can’t breathe underwater like I used to.”

“It’s alright,” Rain says, reaching up to take Dew’s hand, ignoring the scars where his gills used to be. “I won’t let anything happen. Just want to swim with you. I’ll take your kitchen duty for a week if you do.”

Dew, to give credit where credit is due, pretends to think about it. Rain knows how much he hates doing dishes. “Two weeks of kitchen duty.”

“Deal.” 

Dew pulls off the oversized tank top he stole from Swiss, revealing milky pale skin and pink scars underneath his pecs. He takes a deep breath and unfolds his legs, letting them dangle over the end of the pier. He winces as his toes touch the cold water. “Promise me you won’t let anything happen?”

Rain nods, reaching out and extending his pinky finger. “I promise, Dewey.”

Dew takes a deep breath and locks his own pinky with Rain’s. He shuts his eyes and shoves himself off of the end of the pier with a splash. 

Rain darts forward to hold him up, keeping his head above water. Dew slings an arm over Rain’s shoulders, even as he’s hissing like an angry cat at how cold the water feels, and they move away from the pier, into the lake proper. 

On the shore, Mountain and Aether scramble to their feet. “Rain!” Aether yells, even from a distance looking panicked. “What did you do?”

“Dew, are you okay?” Mountain calls out, less panicked than Aether but still tense. 

“I’m good, Mount!” Dew yells back as he turns to face them. “And Aeth, I went in on my own free will, asshole!” 

Aether and Mountain’s postures relax, though neither of them return to their seats quite yet. Aether cracks a smile. “Love you too, Dew!” 

Rain continues to take them out further into the lake, shifting so that he’s laying on his back. Dew still clings to Rain’s chest, resting his head right over his heart. Rain reaches one hand out and smooths it over Dew’s hair as they float. He’s honored that Dew trusts him with something as big as this, and his heart swells with the thought. They’ll head back to shore the moment Dew asks, but for now, they’re both content to float under the summer sun. 

[ghoulelegy]

Ghoulette Appreciation Week 2

Lay All Your Love On Me

I think I'm going to base these all off of songs

Promptlist by @jesusbutbetterrr

Thank you @jimothybarnes for being my wonderful beta reader as always

Week 2 Prompt list: stealing clothes / period stuff

Cw: Period Talk, cramps, mild swearing

Read Here or on AO3

Cirrus woke up, nausea crawling around her throat, and her head throbbing with a crashing and sharp pain. She clutched her abdomen as she groaned at what felt like ten knives cutting her flesh. She looked around in her drawer, and silently cursed as she noticed that there was an absence of painkillers. She looked around her room, but to no avail.

“Great” she muttered to herself, frustration colouring her words.

 She managed to get herself to crawl up from her bed, her vision cascading around the room, as she tiptoed her way to Cumulus‘ room, and upon seeing the sleeping ghoulette, she picked up a sweater that was neatly folded in the drawer. It was her comfort jumper, coloured with a calming ocean blue hue, paired with a gentle softness. She put it over her pained body, hoping it would ease the nausea, as she tiptoed back to her room.

She curled under the covers once more, silently hoping that the warmth of the duvet would calm down what felt like an internal storm in her insides. The nausea persisted, but the stolen garment offered a small reprieve, a gentle reminder of the understanding shared among cloud companions. Cirrus closed her eyes, trying to focus on the calming colour and texture that enveloped her. The sweater became a shield against the discomfort, a borrowed sanctuary providing both physical and emotional comfort.

As she drifted in and out of a fitful sleep, Cirrus couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for borrowing Cumulus' cherished item without permission. Yet, in the midst of the internal storm and the ache in her abdomen, the stolen comfort seemed like a small act of self-preservation.

Knock knock knock

With a groan, Cirrus spoke up “who is it? Come in” she spoke, her trying to keep her voice from wavering. It was Cumulus. The door creaked open, and Cumulus entered, concern etched on her features. She took in the sight of Cirrus cocooned in her favourite sweater, clearly in distress.

"Cirrus, are you okay?" Cumulus asked, her voice gentle and filled with genuine worry.

“Got my period” Cirrus snuffed.

“Oh fuck, do you need anythi- is that my sweater?” She continued, her worry overshadowed by the realisation.

“No…” Cirrus spoke sheepishly.

“It is!”

“I was in pain! I’ll give it back I promise!”

Cumulus chuckled. “Oh you little bitch. Just….ask next time, please?”

“Sorry, will do.”

Cumulus coiled in laughter “It’s okay! I love you too much to be mad at you for long. Seriously, my darling, do you need anything?”

“Painkillers” she spoke, with a plea for relief etched in her voice.

“Ah yes, Aurora is on it” Cumulus grinned.

Just then, as if on cue Aurora popped into the room, holding a container of painkillers sporting a playful smile.

“Hey Cirrus, I sensed you were in need” she spoke as she handed the contained to her, with a wink.

“That was quick” Cirrus managed a small smile of relief.

“Anything else?”

“Well, my dearest Rory, some cuddles would be amazing right now. Or Chocolate. Man I fucking love chocolate.”

Aurora grinned, understanding the need for comfort during such moments. "Cuddles and chocolate, coming right up," she declared, as if it were a promise. Before long, Aurora returned, triumphantly holding a stash of chocolate in her hands. The room filled with the delightful scent of cocoa, and Cirrus couldn't help but express her gratitude.

Cumulus, always attentive and considerate, added another layer of care to the situation. "Do you need pads? Tampons? Before we cuddle?" she asked, making sure that Cirrus's needs were fully attended to.

Cirrus, appreciating Cumulus' thoughtfulness, nodded in acknowledgment. "Yeah, that would be great, thanks."

With a swift yet gentle motion, Cumulus gathered the necessary items, ensuring that Cirrus had everything she needed for comfort. The room, now filled with the sweet aroma of chocolate and the warmth of love, became a sanctuary where support and understanding were as essential as the comforting embrace they were about to share.

Cumulus settled onto the bed next to Cirrus, her comforting presence a soothing balm. Wrapping her arms around Cirrus, she pulled her into a warm embrace, offering a sense of security and understanding. With a tender gesture, Cumulus planted a gentle kiss on Cirrus' forehead, expressing her care and support.

Aurora, attuned to the needs of her love snuggled closer. Laying her head on Cirrus, she channelled a bit of quintessence, using its soothing properties to numb the pain slightly. The ethereal energy radiated a calming warmth, providing Cirrus with a welcomed reprieve from the discomfort.

 "Let the pain go, even if just for a moment. We're here to share the burden."  Aurora softly whispered

Cirrus, feeling the subtle numbing effect, sighed in relief. "Thank you, Rory. Your quintessence is like a freaking dose of magic and stuff”

“I mean…it is magic?” Aurora chuckled.

Cirrus joined in the laughter, the atmosphere lightened by the shared humour. "Well, I'm grateful for your magical intervention. It's like you've cast a spell on the pain."

“What now? You could take the day off. I think it’s for the best, my love” Cumulus softly spoke.

As the time passed, Cumulus suggested a movie night to distract Cirrus from any lingering discomfort. They gathered blankets and pillows, creating a cosy nest on the living room floor. Cirrus, wrapped in Cumulus' ocean blue sweater, settled in with a contented sigh.

Aurora, displaying her quintessence prowess once more, conjured a soft, ambient light that bathed the room in a gentle glow. Cirrus, feeling the collective embrace of her companions, found herself gradually forgetting the discomfort that had plagued her earlier in the day. The stolen sweater provided both physical and emotional solace, its familiar embrace a reminder of the deep connection they shared.

As the night progressed, the movies became a backdrop to shared whispers, laughter, and the occasional commentary on the storyline. Cumulus traced gentle patterns on Cirrus' arm, her touch a source of comfort and reassurance. Aurora, nestled close, occasionally brushed Cirrus' hair with a tender hand, creating a sense of intimacy in the dimly lit room.

“Sleep well, my love.”

[madangel19]

Oh. All the Prompts are very nice, I can't decide.

"You're mine" with Swiss and Delia, Please?

Oh boi, this is a perfect prompt for these two and now I can finally work on it >:3

Warnings: Spooning sex (idk what's it's called, but they're spooning), vaginal sex, daddy kink, somnophilia, implied oral, fluff and smut, a little bit of a breeding kink splashed in there

Word Count: 1571

Rehearsals had run a lot later than Swiss was used to. The multi ghoul stretched his aching back as he made his way back down to the ghoul den. The rest of the pack was slowly making their way down. All of them didn’t say much to each other. It was definitely a harder rehearsal that left everyone exhausted and ready for bed. 

Hopefully he didn’t leave Delia waiting for him too long. He had promised a nice romantic evening together, but things took a turn during rehearsal and Copia wasn’t pleased until they got everything just right. 

He noticed a nearby clock on the wall and saw that it was well past 1 AM. She was probably asleep unless she decided to stay up for him. Even if she was asleep, he would still absolutely love just crawling into bed and snuggling up beside her. Maybe the right amount of touching and quintessence would awaken her for some lazy fucking before passing out together. 

He murmured several good nights to his fellow pack members who went off in small groups or by themselves to their rooms. The ghoulettes all went to Cumulus’s room together. Dewdrop and Aether went into Dew’s room, the smaller ghoul clinging onto the quintessence ghoul like a tired child. Rain and Mountain went to their own rooms, not saying much to anyone. Most of the time, Swiss would have gone with one of them or taken some of them to his room, but he had his favorite human to cuddle up with. She didn’t need to sleep in a ghoul’s nest all by her lonesome. 

Swiss opened his door where he was greeted by the combined smell of lavender and weed that hung heavy in his room. He paused, sighing in content while breathing in that sweet smell that was coming from his bed. He noticed several incense burners in the room before his focus went to his bed. Laying on top of the covers was Delia, who was fast asleep while clutching one of his dress shirts to her chest. She was dressed in an enticing see-through purple babydoll nightgown that perfectly showed off her body. Her purple hair had been let down from her usual bun, letting it splay out around her and making her look all the more angelic. On the nightstand was a half-finished blunt and a lighter along with several vibrators, a dildo and a bottle of lube. The poor thing must have been waiting so long for him that she decided to enjoy herself. He was definitely going to have to make up for making her wait so long. 

Swiss took a moment to take in every sweet detail of her before undressing and putting on a simple pair of boxer shorts. He would shower in the morning, preferably with her joining him. 

He crawled into bed next to her, purring softly as he wrapped his arms around her middle. She felt so soft. Much softer than usual. She smelled like the sweet-scented soaps in the bathroom. She even bathed for this. How adorable. 

Delia grunted in her sleep when his arms were around her. She briefly stirred, her arms slowly moving to touch where he was holding her. 

“Mmm, Swiss?” She murmured, slowly lifting her head and looking around sleepily. 

“I’m here, sweetheart. You go back to sleep,” Swiss cooed, nuzzling her cheek and using his quintessence on her to make her all the more comfortable. 

“I…I was waiting…so long. I wanted to see…you,” Delia whispered, taking his right hand and placing it over her breast. He chuckled and gave it a gentle squeeze, his smile growing when he felt her heart beat faster. 

“I wanted to see you too, baby. Rehearsal just took longer. I can make it up to you if you want,” Swiss whispered back before planting a kiss on her neck, getting a delightful shiver from her. 

“I…might fall asleep since it’s…so late. I want you…to feel good.”

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Just let me put you back to sleep in my own special way and in the morning, we can have as much fun as you want,” he purred, giving her breast another squeeze as he slowly grinded against her. 

Her thighs were already wet from when she was pleasuring herself, adding another wonderfully delicious smell to her. In just a few moments, he was going to make her even more wet and he would gladly clean the mess he made while she slept.

“Mm, I’m…already warmed up for you, daddy,” Delia moaned, slowly wiggling her ass and pressing it against his already growing boner. 

“Perfect,” Swiss crowed, removing his boxers with ease, freeing his cock.

He pulled her closer to him, his cock rubbing against her thighs. The combined smells coming from his favorite human had him beyond aroused. He needed to be inside her now or else he would just cum from rubbing against her thighs.

“Lift your leg for me, baby,” he said.

Delia obeyed. Swiss grabbed a hold of her butter-soft thigh, squeezing it and adoring the way her flesh felt under his claws. He slowly pushed himself into her, hissing in pleasure at how soft and wet she already was for him. Delia moaned adorably as he slowly thrusted in and out of her. Even if he were to cum quickly from this, they still had plenty of time together in the morning. If he was lucky, he would wake up before her and fuck her awake.

“You’re so sweet for me, Delia. You’re mine. All mine,” he purred in her ear. 

“I…I’m yours, daddy,” Delia moaned, gripping the sheets beneath her. He pushed harder into her upon hearing her calling him his favorite term of affection. It made him all the more eager to fill her up with his kits. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to knock you up, Delia. Seeing you round and…and full of my kits is gonna make me go crazy,” he growled in her ear. 

He wrapped his tail around her leg and removed his hand so he could reach around and grab a handful of her breasts. Even with his large hands covering her breasts, they could never hold enough.

“I…I’m already round, daddy,” Delia said with a giggle before it turned into a beautiful moan when he lovingly squeezed her nipples between his claws.

“You know what I mean, baby,” Swiss replied.

He let out a hiss the deeper he thrusted into her with ease. The lube helped him with reaching further into her. 

Seconds passed and he could feel her pussy clenching around him as her little moans turned to the sweetest gasps. His tail was starting to tremble while keeping her leg up. He was already so close. 

“You…you ready for me, baby?” He murmured while slowly picking up the pace. 

“I am, daddy. Give it to me,” his beloved little human moaned, her hand clutching his. He interlaced his fingers with hers, rubbing his thumb over her hand before spilling himself into her with a low growl. He held back the urge to bite down on her soft flesh while pumping her full of his hot seed. He didn’t want to ruin her when she was so soft and beautiful like this. 

Delia sighed softly as he filled her, melting into him and feeling like a sweet dream. Swiss unwrapped his tail from around her leg, letting it carefully drop down. Once he was sure he was done filling her up, he relaxed around her, his cock still deep inside her. 

“That feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before kissing it. 

“It did. Thank you, Swiss,” Delia whispered back to him. 

She shifted her body, causing him to pull out of her as she turned to face him. Swiss grunted at the change, not wanting to pull out just yet, but once she was looking up at him while nestled safely in his arms, he quickly changed his mind. She smiled at him sleepily and reached up to caress his face. Swiss purred happily, closing his eyes in pure bliss as he leaned into her touch. 

“I love you,” she cooed before yawning adorably. 

“I love you too, baby. Get some sleep. I’ll clean you up,” he purred, kissing her tenderly and filling her lungs with the smoke he used to put people to sleep. Delia smiled into the kiss with a happy sigh before she became limp in his arms. Swiss chuckled as he pulled away from the kiss and admired his work. 

“See you in the morning, Delia. I’ll wake you with a surprise,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers going down to gently prod at her soaking pussy. Delia shivered in her sleep and instinctively bit her lower lip. 

“Yes…daddy,” she murmured in her sleep.

“I’m going to give you the sweetest dreams, sweetheart,” Swiss purred, slowly planting kisses all over her face and chest before making his way down to the sweet treat in between her legs. 

He paused to yawn and rested his head on her thighs, gazing up at Delia lovingly as she breathed calmly with such a pleasant smile on her lips. If he ended up falling asleep in between her legs, then he wouldn’t mind. It was simply a dream come true. 

“Fuck, I love you, Delia,” he murmured before continuing to kiss her thighs.

[onedaughterofman]

I just saw the writing prompt list 💚

If it's not too late and you're still taking asks: I'd love to read 9 with Cumulus

It's okay, I still have to finish some prompts from last night! And I don't write about the girls so often, so this is a good ask ♥

Writing Prompt: “When it's hard for them to contain a smile, so they grin so wide it lights up your world ” with Cumulus

Inhabiting a body and posing as a human is not easy. One may believe ancient creatures born and forged in Hell tend to be all knowing and mighty, but right now you’d beg to differ.

“No, not like that,” you say in a hushed voice. The air exits your lungs gradually, as you fight to remain patient. “That’s overkill.”

“Aren’t humans all about big smiles? Isn’t that… good?”

“There’s a difference between a good smile and a terrifying one.”

“Well, shit.”

This afternoon has become hard for both of you. When Papa asked you to aid the new ghouls into posing as humans, you thought he meant teaching them the basics around the Ministry. Not teaching them what is okay to eat and what not, how to walk down the stairs or how to smile.

“Don’t worry! It’s not that hard, you can do it!” You try, but the glint inside the demons eyes renders you silent. A low, rumbling sound fills the air for a second, before disappearing with the wind.

“Do you have an idea of how hard it is to possess a human vessel like this? The skin feels wrong, I’m missing parts and it’s like I’m wearing something too small for my body. I move the muscles but they don’t obey me, and everything is too bright and loud all at once.”

It makes sense, you think. They are infernal creatures, after all, not used to the stimulus of earth. Nodding, you take another deep breath before continuing. “Try it once more? This is the last time, I promise. Just… inhale, relax your face and softly lift the corners of your mouth. Your eyes have to smile, too. It’s complicated to explain, but maybe you can close them a little bit? That would help.”

Surprisingly, the Ghoulette obeys. She breathes in, chest moving up and down as she exhales. Then, eyes closed, her lips stretch in a small smile. When her eyelash flutter, for a moment it looks like such a beautiful, soft gesture in her face.

And then, it becomes a big, wide grin. It should be scary, menacing, but when you make eye contact with her, it’s everything but it. No, it’s a warm expression in her face, a grin capable of lighting up a whole room. A tender part of your heart whines at the sight, completely dumbfounded.

“So? Was it better?”

“Yes,” you mumble, cheeks warm. “Do it again.”

This is Cumulus trying to act like a human: